"If you just change the appearance, it would be easy, but I would recommend the weapon miniaturization technology. It is more practical and convenient than changing the appearance, but it will be more expensive."
"No need."
"If you find it too expensive, there are discount packages."
"Just change the shape. How long will it take at the shortest time?"
"Since he is the adopted son of that guy Morrison, I will naturally give you priority. I will get it done for you within two hours."
"Excuse me."
——
If you say it will take a few minutes, it will only take a few minutes.
When Omer returned to the training ground, although he still had the briefcase that never left his body, it felt much lighter.
This is not an illusion, there is an iron coffin with several weapons nested inside missing.
After concluding a business deal with a craftsman he contacted through his father's phone book, Omer accidentally emptied the last weapon on his body.
Of course, the premise is that monster cards do not count as weapons.
The Beta Magic Blade, which is also difficult to judge as a weapon, is still lying in Akane's underground laboratory.
These past few days were probably extremely fulfilling days for Akane.
Not only did the search for the super agent come to fruition, there was also good news about the follow-up treatment.
During that supposedly tense and boring waiting period, there was also the genuine toy (crossed out) entrusted by Omer, the Beta Igniter.
For her and other members to DIY the voice system.
The extremely exciting present and the extremely anticipated future briefly filled her life.
The result was that the only time I went out in the past two days was to go to KTV.
Miss Akane, who yearns for a casual life, is living the life of a home girl. She never leaves the house or takes a second step. She spends all day tinkering with the processing equipment and audio debugging software in the laboratory.
Only when eating, Omo would carry him to the dining table and put him down.
Then, after briefly expressing condolences about the training situation, she tried to invite Tako, Bourbon, and Tea House to see the results of her long day of work.
But just don’t invite Omer!
She even resists Homa's intrusion into her laboratory.
The parties involved said they were used to it.
Rather than preparing a surprise, it is more of a pure confidentiality operation. It is not difficult for Omer to understand this rebellious psychology.
After all, I have encountered such a guy in the past.
Precisely because it is difficult to keep secrets in front of him, he insists on creating a secret opponent... But everyone is so familiar with him, so there is really no need.
Might as well speak up.
It was not that Homais was unable to control his habits.
In fact, since they became cohabitants, he has consciously left privacy and secret space for the four girls.
Even now, I am even worried about what those girls will do with their transformers...
This concern is based on curiosity, but also on restraint.
This was the respect he showed his roommate, and Miss Akane Shinjo's behavior was somewhat unnecessary.
Such a high-profile announcement of a secret. If Omo was as rebellious as she was, he would have probably started monitoring her internet browsing traces.
That's primary school students fighting primary school students.
The endless Miaomao and Bimiao may really become like the lyrics of her solo song, being pranked with high intensity.
It is precisely in order not to be pranked by such high intensity that Omer chose to become a mature and reliable man.
It is true that I did not go to check the progress of the project as Party A. I just laughed off the direct words and continued to devote myself to the busy work of reading materials, taking online classes, and supervising and instructing Ma Niang’s training.
It was also at this moment when the Beta Igniter was no longer with him and Morrison's 'relic' was sent to undergo transformation. All that was left in Omer's briefcase were a few miscellaneous gadgets and the tools that had always been used to guess. Monster cards in your pocket instead of your briefcase.
It's quite unreliable...
Omo put his hands in his pockets and watched Tachyon and Bourbon singing and dancing on the distant stage, and also watched the shouts and calls of a group of audience members below the stage.
Seeing those people's extremely professional movements, waving light sticks in neat and uniform spots, Omo couldn't help but wonder if these people all had the secondary job of WoTA artists.
Or maybe he has a lot of experience in being in the audience on idol stages.
Although Mr. Da Tuo always hangs out in nightclubs and discos, he is still good at audience selection to create a professional stage presence.
It would be better to say that he probably mobilized his own fans... Staring at the backs of a certain row of spectators nearby, looking at the exaggerated shoulder straps with the sun god's kana on it, Omer wordlessly retracted his gaze and turned towards the distance. The girl on the stage waved.
This is unremarkable.
After all, the auditorium is not only huge, but also has common lighting treatments that only light the stage.
Even when he stood at the lowest and highest point, he still blended into the darkness around him.
However……
The scarlet and blue children standing under the light invariably raised their eyebrows slightly.
The hand holding the microphone was also slightly raised, as if singing while looking up.
A somewhat proud smile appeared on the former's face, while the latter's face also drew a faint arc that was different from the previous reluctant business posture.
These girls are all so keen...
A somewhat helpless smile appeared on Omo's face as he lowered his hand, and then disappeared and shifted in the light that was specially emitted.
A few minutes had passed, and he returned to the training ground to see the girl who first made him feel this sigh.
Seeing her walking up to greet him at this moment, her generous smile showed no trace of her previous emotions.
In addition to being a psychic, she probably also has some talent in interpretation, Omo thought, and responded to her greeting.
The light screen was then turned into a public place to show the live broadcast of Tachyon and Bourbon's performance to the teahouse.
"There's nothing to worry about over there, but here..." The trainer paused for a moment, then pulled out Sunday Serenity's contact information in front of the cafe, and then put away his gesture of invitation to her. .
"Don't be afraid of disturbing her. Let's talk to her now. We don't have much time left."
"…Um……"
The trainer's performance is linked to the horse girl's performance, especially for newcomers.
Two people have three legs, one is prosperous and the other is destructive. This saying is an iron rule in the novice stage.
Unless there is some kind of fully automatic horse girl, she can work completely without the trainer and still win the championship.
In recent times when trainer resources are tight, this trend has indeed emerged, but it is not yet an issue that Omer needs to consider.
While urging the teahouse to talk to Sunday quietly, Omo stayed away wordlessly.
This was not only to maintain his fragile attitude like window paper, but also because he noticed the pop-up window on the light screen of his terminal.
[The super agent wakes up]
——from Chaldea Communications Office.
"..."
Although it was expected in just a few days, when I actually saw this notice, it became the most unexpected news for Omer today.
But it comes at the right time, doesn’t it?
As he thought this, he glanced at the Witchmon channel, which had been silent for ten minutes, and at the anxious Morrison on the table.
Because he witnessed everything Omer did and was ordered not to have contact with Sunday Tranquility, the vampire adoptive father could only pay attention to the external propaganda trends of several forces. He was in a 'position where it was really difficult to participate and leave traces.' , 'I am not strong enough to get involved in this kind of thing', 'These forces are not making any move at all! 'Waiting for multiple anxieties.
Omo, who was not used to seeing him like this, couldn't help but remind him: "This is an incident that can take as little as one day, as long as a week or even half a month to handle. There is no need to rush."
"If you really can't handle your mood, just go play games. I have never planned to get involved in this matter, and I don't care too much."
"How can you play games in this state..." Morrison was speechless.
"Miss Qianming said that all the information in the Jiemen District has been moved in! If it has some impact on reality, it won't be a matter of participation or not!"
"Then tell me how it affects reality?"
"Well……"
"You should go play games." Omer looked at him with pity.
"Tsk!" The man also said with an angry look, "I don't care, it's so disrespectful!"
"Go slowly. It's best not to let me see your status indicating that you are idle, otherwise it will only add to the joke."
"Your dad, I'm going to download a copy!
"
As the man spoke, he turned into a small swarm of bats and spread out on the table.
No trace.
Omer pulled out Morrison's exe status and looked at it. He also checked through several monitoring software used to confirm Morrison's current situation. Then he curled his lips and clicked on the Chaldean article. news.
Moon Krait: [Received, requesting access in this way]
After typing this string of words, he turned to look at the teahouse not far away where the conversation was taking place. Omo's drooped right hand was put back into his pocket as if there was nowhere to put it, stroking the few medals he had collected in the morning.
They were all small items that Bellstarmon had picked up, and the Demon Sister who was in charge of being the transporter was also confused as to what her partner was doing with them.
[Approval, the next communication will be transferred to Ward 7 of the Chaldea Medical Department]
Ringed Snake: [Thank you]
